Lyrics:
got the dope in my sock
I got the dope
Hit her one time and I bet you gon' choke
Trying to take my dope my nigga
I'm coming to hang you on rope
Feeling
So i just move like swish
[Verse 1: Godmode]
Swish, swish swish
So fast now how i'm doing my things
Don't come test don't pull my strings
Ima
(Vint did you do this)
I done bought my bitch a bag
Yeah all kind of bags
And i'm finna shop at Saks
I don't pop just any tags
I been on them dirty
on the daily
If he reach for my chain, it get brazy
Fuck the feds, got the gun in my shoes
Blow her back, I got somethin' to prove
Like I'm savage I'm havin'
The bills are all due and my baby needs shoes
But I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound
But I'm busted
I got a cow that's gone dry
mouth if you talk shit
Ya knocked quick for actin tough shit
What you think I'm on some crab shit?
Get laid on ya back kid, Killa stacks it
With
Provoke emotions when I'm boasting and bragging
Just imagine gun clappin' linguistic assassin
Bout to shake the world up, slam it to the floor up
You
wake
Sure, maybe, Salt Lake is not close
Denver always seems so far away
But I'm still breathing you in deep
But I hope you know that we're still
Can you tell me that it’s over
I don’t wanna go back to my past
I’m longing for the day
When I had found
The perfect place to live
I’ve missed
Nicole
And everybody in this world they gon' know
I'm from the place where that wind blow
The west side of the city of the 'Go
And I promise I'ma
Buda
Perfect
And they said I couldn't rap
Coz I don't got chains
And I don't got tats (Buda)
And they said that I'm wack (wack?)
Coz I don't really
You don’t have to like it, but you will respect it.
Your girl call me when she feel neglected.
Life’s a gift. So we live in the present.
I’m
that sound good pray Stacey keep em in check
Cause shit I'm dealin with is like jokers all in a deck
Playin poker my poker face like Pacino you know
ball
Ooo
Show that I ball
Smoking on loud
I'm out of my mind
I'm out of my mind
Pull up for gas
I did look around
Ooo
I did look around
Check out for
What's up with your sista?
I'm a make a move I'm a make my move
I've got somethin that they want
I'm a gangsta
I've got somethin that you want
I'm
There’s been times I’m down on luck I ain’t have a pot to piss in
There’s been times I ain’t have nothing, had to grind it out to get it
There’s been
She said have a great summer
But it barely feels like spring
And it doesn't feel like it's over
And it doesn't feel like I'm done yet
Am I done yet
Yuh
Sometimes I'm just in my feelings
And wanna let me go
My cousin told me that when you sweating don't let em know
Don't hate
Just pray for
Can't even call me cause I'm always tryna hang it up
I just miss how we were when we first met
We were something special baby we were something perfect
now I'm on a new route
When I didn't had food, I was drinking some soups
Damn wow' keep the beat going on loop
I spark a lot then I go eat some fruits
racks away
Check my wrist Im like okay
Let me re up like okay
Don’t test me you don’t wanna fade
Gimmie face I’m like okay
Want some smoke I’m like okay
Life thing when I pull up
I'm on my real life thing when I pull up
I'm on my real life thing when I pull up
I'm on my real life, I'm on my real
Coming out strong and I'm killin like the flu
I'm blessing all you bitches all I had to say is achu
Yall said you loved me like I loved you
How come
I don’t know who else to be, who else can I be but myself?
I don't know who I believe got too many enemies, aw yeah
I’m just praying on my knees, man
Discuss these m1 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In